Two Hundred Seventy-Fifth Entry
iTunes sucks. Just when I thought legal downloadable music would fill a void in my life, iTunes has to go and suck. The jury is still out on Napster.
Yesterday I tried to download a song. It is only available from the UK store. Uh-uh. Not gonna do it. I checked the FAQ's and the bastard music industry (record companies and such) do not want music not produced or distributed by an American record company available to American consumers. If a band from another country gets an American company to release their album here, then it's OK, but until that happens, their music is off limits.
What about import CD's you ask? Well, those are legal because the record companies didn't stop the imports before they started. But since downloading music is a brand new industry, the record companies can control it and impose their own rules on it from the beginning.
It pisses me off because I was just looking through all the other countries iTunes pages and there are bands that I could potentially buy from. I'm willing to bet that even my parents would want to buy some Portuguese music from the Portuguese iTunes site but can't because of the stupid rules.
Music downloading was supposed to bring the world together! All of a sudden Kazaa and the like seem more appealing and almost worth the risk.
2.18.2005
Two Hundred Seventy-Fourth Entry
It's been a while.
Last Saturday I watched "Sideways". It is a very very good and funny movie. The sex parts and the violent golf scene are the best. It was fun to watch the movie and be able to say that I used to live in that area. It makes me want to move back there.
Last Tuesday I watched "The Aviator". It is a very very good movie. I was truly impressed with it. Leo "King of the World" DiCaprio did a very very good job as young OCD Howard Hughes. I really felt bad for him as he descended into insanity, and was frustrated when his periods of sanity were ruined by some bizzare trigger that threw him back into OCD-ness.
I really really really want to see "Million Dollar Baby", really want to see "Ray" and am lukewarm about "Finding Neverland" after a poor review from Amy. See a pattern? Yes, they all are nominated for Best Picture of the Year at the Academy Awards. After those, I really really want to see "Hotel Rwanda" and "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". And then "Kinsey" and "Maria Full of Grace". "Vera Drake", "Closer" and "Being Julia" are not available on DVD or in the theaters. And that covers all the acting categories. I am also intrigued by "The Motorcycle Diaries"...I think it's out on DVD.
I've been flirting with changing my voter registration to Libertarian as of late because that's just what happens when you work for the gov't. And I am "sick...and tired" of my Albertson's union. And I want to pay lower taxes. And I want to stop being the worlds police. And I want people to do what they please with their bodies(drugs, sex, abortions, tattoos, whatever). And I want to bring back the right to privacy, completely. And I want to deregulate handguns. And I want people to marry who they please. And I want to dump some of the environmental regulations. And I want to hear "fuck, asshole, and shit" on TV. I want to have an economy where survival of the fittest rules supreme. I want to let anyone who wants to come in to MY country, come in. I want to remove the government from the lives of Americans. It just makes more sense. Both Democrats and Republicans say that the other side is too controlling of the people, but they are both right. Tree-huggers and Bible-beaters both are pushing their own agendas and trying to dictate how people live their lives. "Save the Whales" and "Choose Life" are identical in the eyes of a Libertarian. The Libertarian slogan should be "Save Me".
Tomorrow promises to be a great day. Full of reading, writing and studying. Enjoy your weekends everyone! Happy Birthday Louish! and Congratulations!!!
It's been a while.
Last Saturday I watched "Sideways". It is a very very good and funny movie. The sex parts and the violent golf scene are the best. It was fun to watch the movie and be able to say that I used to live in that area. It makes me want to move back there.
Last Tuesday I watched "The Aviator". It is a very very good movie. I was truly impressed with it. Leo "King of the World" DiCaprio did a very very good job as young OCD Howard Hughes. I really felt bad for him as he descended into insanity, and was frustrated when his periods of sanity were ruined by some bizzare trigger that threw him back into OCD-ness.
I really really really want to see "Million Dollar Baby", really want to see "Ray" and am lukewarm about "Finding Neverland" after a poor review from Amy. See a pattern? Yes, they all are nominated for Best Picture of the Year at the Academy Awards. After those, I really really want to see "Hotel Rwanda" and "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". And then "Kinsey" and "Maria Full of Grace". "Vera Drake", "Closer" and "Being Julia" are not available on DVD or in the theaters. And that covers all the acting categories. I am also intrigued by "The Motorcycle Diaries"...I think it's out on DVD.
I've been flirting with changing my voter registration to Libertarian as of late because that's just what happens when you work for the gov't. And I am "sick...and tired" of my Albertson's union. And I want to pay lower taxes. And I want to stop being the worlds police. And I want people to do what they please with their bodies(drugs, sex, abortions, tattoos, whatever). And I want to bring back the right to privacy, completely. And I want to deregulate handguns. And I want people to marry who they please. And I want to dump some of the environmental regulations. And I want to hear "fuck, asshole, and shit" on TV. I want to have an economy where survival of the fittest rules supreme. I want to let anyone who wants to come in to MY country, come in. I want to remove the government from the lives of Americans. It just makes more sense. Both Democrats and Republicans say that the other side is too controlling of the people, but they are both right. Tree-huggers and Bible-beaters both are pushing their own agendas and trying to dictate how people live their lives. "Save the Whales" and "Choose Life" are identical in the eyes of a Libertarian. The Libertarian slogan should be "Save Me".
Tomorrow promises to be a great day. Full of reading, writing and studying. Enjoy your weekends everyone! Happy Birthday Louish! and Congratulations!!!
2.09.2005
Two Hundred Seventy-Third Entry
Overwhelmed is the only word to describe how I feel today, and have felt all week.
It all started on Friday...
Paula asked me to babysit for her Friday night. She had to work until 8:30, and afterwards was going to go out with some work friends. I worked at A's the night before, and did not get much sleep that night, nor the whole week for that matter. The last thing I was that day was patient.
I got to Paula's at 5pm and Calvin was getting ready for work. I brought two frozen pizzas for us to have for dinner(if you are ever in an Albertsons, you must try the Essencia brand Supreme Pizza...very good). Well, the girls don't like combination pizza. I actually knew this, but I was having a week long brain fart and completely forgot. So, after cooking the combo pizza twice(i forgot to remove the cardboard), I made some pepperoni pizza that they had in the freezer for the girls. They went to town on it.
After dinner the four of us talked for a while and then I started to get sleepy. I decided that we should all play a game. The game was called....Naptime!! It was 7:30, and I was dead tired. I convinced Georgia and Shaley to play with me, and banished Dalila to her room(she just turned 13 and thinks everything is stupid.) It wasn't that hard to convince Georgia and Shaley this was a fun game. They are only 5 and 7, and if you just laugh enough, they think they are having a good time. I tried to nap, but I'll tarred and feathered if Shaley didn't just have to keep getting up to get her dollies! It just so happens that her dolly somehow "fell" behind me, and that I happened to be laying on the part of the sofa that was Shaley's favorite. Georgia was a real peach(get it?) and played the game very well. I probably only got about 10 minutes of sleep total before their cousins Stephanie and Michelle(ages 15 and 14, respectively) decided to walk to the house and throw it into disarray.
Shaley and Georgia just adore Steph and Michelle, and it wasn't long before they were up and running around. About 10 minutes later, Cindy came over and brought Nathan. He is a little devil child. Christ almighty that boy can howl! It was all over by then. Three teens and three "babies". All trying to talk at the same time, all trying to get each others attention.
Paula got home at around 9pm and got ready for her night out. The girls and Nathan were a little quieter when she got there. After Paula left, Nathan went home, and Dalila, Stephanie and Michelle went to spend the night at my aunts house. It was just Shaley, Georgia and me. They played video games and I watched Collateral.
By 10pm, the two started fighting about the computer game. I told Shaley to let Georgia play and she started to cry. She came over and I knew she wouldn't last long. I told her that it would be her turn in 10 minutes. She gave me a hug and climbed into my lap and we watched Collateral(don't worry, it had just started, no killing yet). But I knew that Shaley would go to sleep before 10 minutes, and she did. I carried her to bed. Now it was just Georgia and me. After a while, she got tired of the computer and wanted to play Playstation. I told her that we could play after the movie was over. I suggested that she go lay down in bed and when the movie was over I would get her to play video games. She actually went to bed and fell asleep.
So now it was just me. Tom Cruise had already killed the guy in the apartment, and the guy in the penthouse and was on his way to the jazz club. I had seen all that already, I was just waiting for the end.
So I decided to get drunk and eat the rest of the pizza. Reflecting upon it now, I don't think that was a good idea, but oh well. There were no emergencies, no house fire.
Collateral was a very very good movie. The ending was very very very good. Is it oscar calibre for Jaime Foxx? Yeah...only just barely though.
Paula got home at 3:30am. I was still awake and just hanging on. Shortly after that, Calvin came home. They went to bed and I slept on the sofa. Their stupid dog, Ginger, kept waking me up. Goddamn dog! I swung at her to get her away, but she couldn't take the hint. I got some sleep though.
The first thing I see when I woke up was Shaley taking the blanket off of me and looking for her doll. It was 7:30am. I nearly yelled at her. I calmly told her to go back to bed. But within half an hour, everyone was awake. I had no choice but to get up.
Paula made biscuits and gravy though....mmmmm....drool....
I hung out for a while, and went home at noon. I tried to nap, but couldn't. I had to be at work at 3:30.
I didn't sleep much, and went to work. Work pissed me off, as it has been of late. No recognition for the hardworking, just for the ass-kissing.
I got home after 10pm. I stayed up to watch SNL and I was impressed by Paris Hilton's acting. She didn't seem afraid to make fun of herself. Either that or she was completely oblivious.
I get to sleep at about 12:30(taped the rest of SNL) and got up at 7am to go study with Kuna at the office. Semi-productive morning. I was really tired. I got home at about 1pm, and baked my other frozen pizza. I did beaucoup laundry, and dishes, and watched shows I taped earlier in the week. I had to be at work at 5pm and I wanted to tape the Super Bowl. After eating the pizza, I got a call from Tia Luisa, inviting me to a Super feast. I was stuffed from the pizza, but I needed to have some of Debbies famous ribs. So off I went in the middle of the 1st quarter to Tia's, where I engorged myself on ribs, chicken wings, beans and potato salad. I somehow got to work without being able to walk. I was ready to burst.
Work sucked, as it has been. I got home at 11pm. Couldn't get to sleep til about 12:30.
Woke up at 7:20. I realized that I had run out of cigarettes the night before. Without a single thought, I quit smoking. I put on the patch and walked on out that door.
These have been the worst three days of my life.
Monday, the first day of quitting, Marcia, the boss, came to me and said that she needs plans and specs for TWO projects by Friday. Ok...I nearly freaked. There is no way I can get it done by Friday. Besides, I'm not here this Friday. Monday night I had to experience the joy of bagging groceries for ungrateful bitches, and the customers are pretty bad too.
Tuesday was worse than Monday for nicotine withdrawal, and today was the worst so far. Even worse than the last time I tried to quit. If I don't kill myself, I'm going to die trying.
Bright spot: I met a gorgeous girl at Albertson's. I guess met is not quite the right word...bagged her groceries while making a complete ass of myself is probably a more appropriate term.
Lent sacrifices: The usual Chocolate. But new in '05, eating after 8pm.
Overwhelmed is the only word to describe how I feel today, and have felt all week.
It all started on Friday...
Paula asked me to babysit for her Friday night. She had to work until 8:30, and afterwards was going to go out with some work friends. I worked at A's the night before, and did not get much sleep that night, nor the whole week for that matter. The last thing I was that day was patient.
I got to Paula's at 5pm and Calvin was getting ready for work. I brought two frozen pizzas for us to have for dinner(if you are ever in an Albertsons, you must try the Essencia brand Supreme Pizza...very good). Well, the girls don't like combination pizza. I actually knew this, but I was having a week long brain fart and completely forgot. So, after cooking the combo pizza twice(i forgot to remove the cardboard), I made some pepperoni pizza that they had in the freezer for the girls. They went to town on it.
After dinner the four of us talked for a while and then I started to get sleepy. I decided that we should all play a game. The game was called....Naptime!! It was 7:30, and I was dead tired. I convinced Georgia and Shaley to play with me, and banished Dalila to her room(she just turned 13 and thinks everything is stupid.) It wasn't that hard to convince Georgia and Shaley this was a fun game. They are only 5 and 7, and if you just laugh enough, they think they are having a good time. I tried to nap, but I'll tarred and feathered if Shaley didn't just have to keep getting up to get her dollies! It just so happens that her dolly somehow "fell" behind me, and that I happened to be laying on the part of the sofa that was Shaley's favorite. Georgia was a real peach(get it?) and played the game very well. I probably only got about 10 minutes of sleep total before their cousins Stephanie and Michelle(ages 15 and 14, respectively) decided to walk to the house and throw it into disarray.
Shaley and Georgia just adore Steph and Michelle, and it wasn't long before they were up and running around. About 10 minutes later, Cindy came over and brought Nathan. He is a little devil child. Christ almighty that boy can howl! It was all over by then. Three teens and three "babies". All trying to talk at the same time, all trying to get each others attention.
Paula got home at around 9pm and got ready for her night out. The girls and Nathan were a little quieter when she got there. After Paula left, Nathan went home, and Dalila, Stephanie and Michelle went to spend the night at my aunts house. It was just Shaley, Georgia and me. They played video games and I watched Collateral.
By 10pm, the two started fighting about the computer game. I told Shaley to let Georgia play and she started to cry. She came over and I knew she wouldn't last long. I told her that it would be her turn in 10 minutes. She gave me a hug and climbed into my lap and we watched Collateral(don't worry, it had just started, no killing yet). But I knew that Shaley would go to sleep before 10 minutes, and she did. I carried her to bed. Now it was just Georgia and me. After a while, she got tired of the computer and wanted to play Playstation. I told her that we could play after the movie was over. I suggested that she go lay down in bed and when the movie was over I would get her to play video games. She actually went to bed and fell asleep.
So now it was just me. Tom Cruise had already killed the guy in the apartment, and the guy in the penthouse and was on his way to the jazz club. I had seen all that already, I was just waiting for the end.
So I decided to get drunk and eat the rest of the pizza. Reflecting upon it now, I don't think that was a good idea, but oh well. There were no emergencies, no house fire.
Collateral was a very very good movie. The ending was very very very good. Is it oscar calibre for Jaime Foxx? Yeah...only just barely though.
Paula got home at 3:30am. I was still awake and just hanging on. Shortly after that, Calvin came home. They went to bed and I slept on the sofa. Their stupid dog, Ginger, kept waking me up. Goddamn dog! I swung at her to get her away, but she couldn't take the hint. I got some sleep though.
The first thing I see when I woke up was Shaley taking the blanket off of me and looking for her doll. It was 7:30am. I nearly yelled at her. I calmly told her to go back to bed. But within half an hour, everyone was awake. I had no choice but to get up.
Paula made biscuits and gravy though....mmmmm....drool....
I hung out for a while, and went home at noon. I tried to nap, but couldn't. I had to be at work at 3:30.
I didn't sleep much, and went to work. Work pissed me off, as it has been of late. No recognition for the hardworking, just for the ass-kissing.
I got home after 10pm. I stayed up to watch SNL and I was impressed by Paris Hilton's acting. She didn't seem afraid to make fun of herself. Either that or she was completely oblivious.
I get to sleep at about 12:30(taped the rest of SNL) and got up at 7am to go study with Kuna at the office. Semi-productive morning. I was really tired. I got home at about 1pm, and baked my other frozen pizza. I did beaucoup laundry, and dishes, and watched shows I taped earlier in the week. I had to be at work at 5pm and I wanted to tape the Super Bowl. After eating the pizza, I got a call from Tia Luisa, inviting me to a Super feast. I was stuffed from the pizza, but I needed to have some of Debbies famous ribs. So off I went in the middle of the 1st quarter to Tia's, where I engorged myself on ribs, chicken wings, beans and potato salad. I somehow got to work without being able to walk. I was ready to burst.
Work sucked, as it has been. I got home at 11pm. Couldn't get to sleep til about 12:30.
Woke up at 7:20. I realized that I had run out of cigarettes the night before. Without a single thought, I quit smoking. I put on the patch and walked on out that door.
These have been the worst three days of my life.
Monday, the first day of quitting, Marcia, the boss, came to me and said that she needs plans and specs for TWO projects by Friday. Ok...I nearly freaked. There is no way I can get it done by Friday. Besides, I'm not here this Friday. Monday night I had to experience the joy of bagging groceries for ungrateful bitches, and the customers are pretty bad too.
Tuesday was worse than Monday for nicotine withdrawal, and today was the worst so far. Even worse than the last time I tried to quit. If I don't kill myself, I'm going to die trying.
Bright spot: I met a gorgeous girl at Albertson's. I guess met is not quite the right word...bagged her groceries while making a complete ass of myself is probably a more appropriate term.
Lent sacrifices: The usual Chocolate. But new in '05, eating after 8pm.
1.30.2005
Two Hundred Seventy-Second Entry
I'm at work again, studying. I got here at about 7:30 this morning. I am dead tired. I worked til 11 last night. My body just aches.
Sacramento on Thursday was a big success. DSA signed off on my plans. Excellent.
I've started thinking about a vacate in May. Not a big flying one, just a boring stay at home or go up to the Bay vacate. I don't think I've ever taken one of those. I'll be done with the big test, so maybe it would be a good thing to just veg for a week or more. I'll try to do it around my birthday.
GOD I'm tired.
Kipp called in "sick" last night, leaving us a bagger short. Apparently, his car broke down in Sacramento and he couldn't get it fixed. He called last night to find out his hours for today, and I could hear a girl laughing in the background. Car troubles my foot. I guess I'd do the same thing if there was a possibility of sex.
I am soooo tired. I was hustling last night to get all of my closing stuff done. In 40 minutes, I cleaned all the checkstands, put away all of the go-backs(about 30 items,) and got all the carts(about 20). Like I said, my body hurts.
There is a new mandate that says all baggers must stamp their sweeps and actually do them. There has been a lot of stamping sweeps but not actually doing them. The new Store Director is cracking down. Rumor has it he is actually going to start looking at the surveillance tapes to see if we are actually doing them. I wouldn't really mind so much, but there are some baggers who just get away with anything just because they shmooze with the right people. Somehow I think the new mandate won't apply to them.
Next week I get my Albie's benefits! I think I'll go see a podiatrist first, an accupuncturist, maybe a little allergist, and a pinch of dermatologist. Believe me, by the time the year is out, I will have seen any type of doctor you can think of. Any suggestions?
I'm at work again, studying. I got here at about 7:30 this morning. I am dead tired. I worked til 11 last night. My body just aches.
Sacramento on Thursday was a big success. DSA signed off on my plans. Excellent.
I've started thinking about a vacate in May. Not a big flying one, just a boring stay at home or go up to the Bay vacate. I don't think I've ever taken one of those. I'll be done with the big test, so maybe it would be a good thing to just veg for a week or more. I'll try to do it around my birthday.
GOD I'm tired.
Kipp called in "sick" last night, leaving us a bagger short. Apparently, his car broke down in Sacramento and he couldn't get it fixed. He called last night to find out his hours for today, and I could hear a girl laughing in the background. Car troubles my foot. I guess I'd do the same thing if there was a possibility of sex.
I am soooo tired. I was hustling last night to get all of my closing stuff done. In 40 minutes, I cleaned all the checkstands, put away all of the go-backs(about 30 items,) and got all the carts(about 20). Like I said, my body hurts.
There is a new mandate that says all baggers must stamp their sweeps and actually do them. There has been a lot of stamping sweeps but not actually doing them. The new Store Director is cracking down. Rumor has it he is actually going to start looking at the surveillance tapes to see if we are actually doing them. I wouldn't really mind so much, but there are some baggers who just get away with anything just because they shmooze with the right people. Somehow I think the new mandate won't apply to them.
Next week I get my Albie's benefits! I think I'll go see a podiatrist first, an accupuncturist, maybe a little allergist, and a pinch of dermatologist. Believe me, by the time the year is out, I will have seen any type of doctor you can think of. Any suggestions?
1.22.2005
Two Hundred Seventy-First Entry
I am currently in my office at work digesting my Panda Express lunch. Why on a Saturday you ask? I am studying for my exam with Kuna (a coworker). He wants to meet up to study on a regular basis, and today is the first day of that studying. We are studying for different exams, but it helps to have someone to help you not procrastinate.
We couldn't think of a place around here conducive to all day studying. All the libraries close early, and restaurants and coffee places are too distracting. It sucks. The only place we could come up with is here, the lovely TC Gvmt. Plaza building. I guess it's alright. I have access to the internet, and that's good.
I've already covered 5 chapters out of the 89 in my Reference Manual. WooHoo!! It's all easy stuff though. Background...like vectors, algebra, metric system, calculus. Nothing engineering yet. But I can't wait!
I am currently in my office at work digesting my Panda Express lunch. Why on a Saturday you ask? I am studying for my exam with Kuna (a coworker). He wants to meet up to study on a regular basis, and today is the first day of that studying. We are studying for different exams, but it helps to have someone to help you not procrastinate.
We couldn't think of a place around here conducive to all day studying. All the libraries close early, and restaurants and coffee places are too distracting. It sucks. The only place we could come up with is here, the lovely TC Gvmt. Plaza building. I guess it's alright. I have access to the internet, and that's good.
I've already covered 5 chapters out of the 89 in my Reference Manual. WooHoo!! It's all easy stuff though. Background...like vectors, algebra, metric system, calculus. Nothing engineering yet. But I can't wait!
1.18.2005
Two Hundred Seventieth Entry
I didn't do squat this weekend. I worked at Albertsons, entertained my parents and went to my grandparents 60th anniversary party. It was fun hanging out with all my family.
Oh yeah, I watched Paparazzi. Don't waste your time. I watched Meet the Parents on USA. It was really funny, but probably even more so without all the censoring and commercials.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday I am closing at Albertsons. For some reason, they gave me Friday and Saturday off. I am a little upset about that. I would much rather work on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and one week night than four weeknights. I think they're trying to fuck with me.
Good/Frustrating news. I gave Steve a ride home from Albertsons on Sunday night and he told me that Wes(fourth in command, manager) said that I work hard and I should be made a clerk. Golly gee Wes, thanks for the compliment. But when exactly is that gonna happen??
Funny thing. Wes' favorite saying is "Git 'er done". He says that for everything. It also explains why he's been in a good mood lately....hehehe.
A cashier, who shall remain nameless, has vowed to get Chad fired. I won't hold my breath. He was pissing me off this weekend. Almost back to his old lazy tricks. Hmmph!
Back to work...
I didn't do squat this weekend. I worked at Albertsons, entertained my parents and went to my grandparents 60th anniversary party. It was fun hanging out with all my family.
Oh yeah, I watched Paparazzi. Don't waste your time. I watched Meet the Parents on USA. It was really funny, but probably even more so without all the censoring and commercials.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday I am closing at Albertsons. For some reason, they gave me Friday and Saturday off. I am a little upset about that. I would much rather work on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and one week night than four weeknights. I think they're trying to fuck with me.
Good/Frustrating news. I gave Steve a ride home from Albertsons on Sunday night and he told me that Wes(fourth in command, manager) said that I work hard and I should be made a clerk. Golly gee Wes, thanks for the compliment. But when exactly is that gonna happen??
Funny thing. Wes' favorite saying is "Git 'er done". He says that for everything. It also explains why he's been in a good mood lately....hehehe.
A cashier, who shall remain nameless, has vowed to get Chad fired. I won't hold my breath. He was pissing me off this weekend. Almost back to his old lazy tricks. Hmmph!
Back to work...
1.10.2005
Two Hundred Sixty-Ninth Entry
I would like to give a shout out to Rouja.
I am drunk. Drunk is good.
As of last week, there was only one person that I didn't get along with at Albertsons. His name is Chad. Chad is an extremely lazy 16 year old that is only working because his parents are forcing him too. Not that he needs to, his parents are filthy rich. Anyway...
Last Wednesday I decided that my ill-will towards Chad should end. Partly because he was showing great improvement in the grocery bagging arena, and partly because I felt bad for him being picked on by all the Checkers. Brad, a checker, was laying into him verbally about how he needs to do what all the checkers ask of him. I stuck up for Chad because all Chad seems to know how to do is stand around and cop a tude. That ended the silent hostility between me and Chad.
Today, our truce is still intact but wearing thin. Today was a particularly tude-iful Chad day and a lot of the baggers weren't havin it. There was even a mini-shoving match between the well-liked Kipp(a bagger, 20 years old) and Chad. Kipp lamented the fact that Chad cannot be the subject of a Kipp ass-whoopin' because he is a minor. But Kipp swears that if Chad was 18, Kipp would kick his ass all over the place. Yes, it was as "high school" as it sounds. The rest of the night Johnny(another bagger, 19 years old) and I were chanting "Kick his ass" under our breaths. Very very high school.
Tomorrow night I am closing, I have Tuesday and Wednesday off and am closing again on Thursday. I have Friday off and am working a relatively early shift on Saturday. Pretty cherry schedule if you ask me.
Sleep time..
I would like to give a shout out to Rouja.
I am drunk. Drunk is good.
As of last week, there was only one person that I didn't get along with at Albertsons. His name is Chad. Chad is an extremely lazy 16 year old that is only working because his parents are forcing him too. Not that he needs to, his parents are filthy rich. Anyway...
Last Wednesday I decided that my ill-will towards Chad should end. Partly because he was showing great improvement in the grocery bagging arena, and partly because I felt bad for him being picked on by all the Checkers. Brad, a checker, was laying into him verbally about how he needs to do what all the checkers ask of him. I stuck up for Chad because all Chad seems to know how to do is stand around and cop a tude. That ended the silent hostility between me and Chad.
Today, our truce is still intact but wearing thin. Today was a particularly tude-iful Chad day and a lot of the baggers weren't havin it. There was even a mini-shoving match between the well-liked Kipp(a bagger, 20 years old) and Chad. Kipp lamented the fact that Chad cannot be the subject of a Kipp ass-whoopin' because he is a minor. But Kipp swears that if Chad was 18, Kipp would kick his ass all over the place. Yes, it was as "high school" as it sounds. The rest of the night Johnny(another bagger, 19 years old) and I were chanting "Kick his ass" under our breaths. Very very high school.
Tomorrow night I am closing, I have Tuesday and Wednesday off and am closing again on Thursday. I have Friday off and am working a relatively early shift on Saturday. Pretty cherry schedule if you ask me.
Sleep time..
1.06.2005
Two Hundred Sixty-Eighth Entry
I was loaned a DVD of a christian comedian called Brad Stein about three weeks ago. I have yet to see it. Every day I am reminded by Blas(the office religious zealot) to watch it. I really have no desire to watch it, but will do so because I told him I would. He probably thinks that by watching it I'll probably start rollin' around on the ground and speaking in tongues and swear off my evil ways of watching TV and DVD's with the word 'ass'(gasp!) in them.
The last month and a half have been really draining; physically, mentally and financially. I spent over $700 on presents. I love to give presents, especially to little kids, i.e. Georgia and Shaley and Dalila; the look of excitement on their faces is priceless and the hugs and kisses are even better. I like to receive presents, don't get me wrong, but not as much as giving.
I was really excited about my Festivist gift. I have the Nikka Costa CD in my truck right now and it is one of the best CD's I have ever heard. Love it, love it, love it. The sad songs make me sad, the happy songs make me happy. Thank you Lamar!
New Years Eve was fun. Hanging out with Jen, Lisa and Amy was fun. I got drunk and erased all evidence of it. Sorry Lisa, no blackmail.
Getting back to the daily grind after a very enjoyable holiday season really sucks.
2005 is going to be a busy year. My PE exam is the only thing on my list for the first third of the year. I'm afraid I won't be any fun at all through April. I'll be studying for the exam my every spare moment. Quitting smoking and paying debt down are other priorities for the first two thirds of this year. The final third is full of difficult choices: real estate investments, change in career, education continuation, relocation to the bay area-out of state-abroad. It's going to be tough, but at least all of these choices are connected. One choice will dictate the others.
2005 will not be a very social year. I plan on staying at home in Tulare a lot and spending less money in return. When I want to get away, I'll go to the other place I feel real comfortable, the coast. Meaning, SLO. It's only half the distance than to the bay area...I could go and come on the same day. I could probably even do some studying there.
Have a good year everyone!
I was loaned a DVD of a christian comedian called Brad Stein about three weeks ago. I have yet to see it. Every day I am reminded by Blas(the office religious zealot) to watch it. I really have no desire to watch it, but will do so because I told him I would. He probably thinks that by watching it I'll probably start rollin' around on the ground and speaking in tongues and swear off my evil ways of watching TV and DVD's with the word 'ass'(gasp!) in them.
The last month and a half have been really draining; physically, mentally and financially. I spent over $700 on presents. I love to give presents, especially to little kids, i.e. Georgia and Shaley and Dalila; the look of excitement on their faces is priceless and the hugs and kisses are even better. I like to receive presents, don't get me wrong, but not as much as giving.
I was really excited about my Festivist gift. I have the Nikka Costa CD in my truck right now and it is one of the best CD's I have ever heard. Love it, love it, love it. The sad songs make me sad, the happy songs make me happy. Thank you Lamar!
New Years Eve was fun. Hanging out with Jen, Lisa and Amy was fun. I got drunk and erased all evidence of it. Sorry Lisa, no blackmail.
Getting back to the daily grind after a very enjoyable holiday season really sucks.
2005 is going to be a busy year. My PE exam is the only thing on my list for the first third of the year. I'm afraid I won't be any fun at all through April. I'll be studying for the exam my every spare moment. Quitting smoking and paying debt down are other priorities for the first two thirds of this year. The final third is full of difficult choices: real estate investments, change in career, education continuation, relocation to the bay area-out of state-abroad. It's going to be tough, but at least all of these choices are connected. One choice will dictate the others.
2005 will not be a very social year. I plan on staying at home in Tulare a lot and spending less money in return. When I want to get away, I'll go to the other place I feel real comfortable, the coast. Meaning, SLO. It's only half the distance than to the bay area...I could go and come on the same day. I could probably even do some studying there.
Have a good year everyone!
12.16.2004
12.11.2004
Two Hundred Sixty-Sixth Entry
I'm allergic to penicillin. I was red and itchy for two days. So now I'm allergic to two things: Cats and penicillin. Keepin' count?
My friendster count is now up to 5. Wow. I'm moving up in the world. My latest Friendster is Sean. Remember? Sean Tellier? It has a long old time since I heard that name. Very good hearing from him.
Jen called earlier. Great talking with her, as always. Good soul.
This friendster thing has depressed me somewhat. It is really hard for me to make friends. And when I do, I get lazy and lose contact. Friendster is cool in that it connects people that have lost touch.
As much as I've said I hated High School, I now realize that it was one of the best experiences in my life. The banality of the lives of an everyday high school can never be experienced again. 360 of us graduated from SL in 96. 360 of us spent at least one year confined to the SL campus, breathing in each others air, bumping into each other in the hall. Some of us took advantage of it and took off running after high school. But others, myself included, didn't. I didn't keep in touch with most of the people I considered a good friend.
I just finished going through my senior yearbook. It was VERY nostalgic and I nearly cried. It wasn't the pictures but the messages that got to me. John, Donovan, and Brent's "OK, Phil, shut up and play cards," Lynnett's "Statue?", Winnie and Wendy's "Fish and Buffalo!" All great memories of a time when I really had nothing to worry about. As much as I like to think that I had it rough in high school, it was a cakewalk compared to my current situation.
I know folks will disagree with me but I truly feel that high school was a much simpler time. We were all there and couldn't leave, we didn't have mortgages to pay, marriages to be in, conferences to attend, apartments to decorate. Our lives were as predictable as the day is bright.
I guess what I am getting at is that I really regret not keeping in touch with people from high school. And I really, really regret not giving high school a fair shake and taking full advantage of it. I could have been a completely different person now.
Note: Oddly missing from my yearbook are scribblings from Lisa and Jen. Interesting. I've got Louis, Dayni and Carolyn, but no Lisa and Jen.
Life sucks.
I'm allergic to penicillin. I was red and itchy for two days. So now I'm allergic to two things: Cats and penicillin. Keepin' count?
My friendster count is now up to 5. Wow. I'm moving up in the world. My latest Friendster is Sean. Remember? Sean Tellier? It has a long old time since I heard that name. Very good hearing from him.
Jen called earlier. Great talking with her, as always. Good soul.
This friendster thing has depressed me somewhat. It is really hard for me to make friends. And when I do, I get lazy and lose contact. Friendster is cool in that it connects people that have lost touch.
As much as I've said I hated High School, I now realize that it was one of the best experiences in my life. The banality of the lives of an everyday high school can never be experienced again. 360 of us graduated from SL in 96. 360 of us spent at least one year confined to the SL campus, breathing in each others air, bumping into each other in the hall. Some of us took advantage of it and took off running after high school. But others, myself included, didn't. I didn't keep in touch with most of the people I considered a good friend.
I just finished going through my senior yearbook. It was VERY nostalgic and I nearly cried. It wasn't the pictures but the messages that got to me. John, Donovan, and Brent's "OK, Phil, shut up and play cards," Lynnett's "Statue?", Winnie and Wendy's "Fish and Buffalo!" All great memories of a time when I really had nothing to worry about. As much as I like to think that I had it rough in high school, it was a cakewalk compared to my current situation.
I know folks will disagree with me but I truly feel that high school was a much simpler time. We were all there and couldn't leave, we didn't have mortgages to pay, marriages to be in, conferences to attend, apartments to decorate. Our lives were as predictable as the day is bright.
I guess what I am getting at is that I really regret not keeping in touch with people from high school. And I really, really regret not giving high school a fair shake and taking full advantage of it. I could have been a completely different person now.
Note: Oddly missing from my yearbook are scribblings from Lisa and Jen. Interesting. I've got Louis, Dayni and Carolyn, but no Lisa and Jen.
Life sucks.
12.07.2004
Two Hundred Sixty-Fifth Entry
Ando tanto tempo a perguntar
Porque esperar tanto assim de alguém
Percorrendo espaços no mesmo lugar
Não sei a quanto tempo estou a te buscar
Num segundo eu vou
Sabendo e percebendo o seu sabor
Sem ter medo estou
Correndo contra o vento sem nanhum rancor
Ando tanto tempo a perguntar
Porque esperar tanto assim de alguém
Sem saber
Sem qualquer medo de ver
"Tanto Tempo"
Bebel Gilberto
Ando tanto tempo a perguntar
Porque esperar tanto assim de alguém
Percorrendo espaços no mesmo lugar
Não sei a quanto tempo estou a te buscar
Num segundo eu vou
Sabendo e percebendo o seu sabor
Sem ter medo estou
Correndo contra o vento sem nanhum rancor
Ando tanto tempo a perguntar
Porque esperar tanto assim de alguém
Sem saber
Sem qualquer medo de ver
"Tanto Tempo"
Bebel Gilberto
11.29.2004
Two Hundred Sixty-Fourth Entry
I am boycotting WalMart. Check it out.
It's disgusting. I hate the WalMart.
I am boycotting WalMart. Check it out.
It's disgusting. I hate the WalMart.
11.23.2004
Two Hundred Sixty-Third Entry
Bless me, for I have sinned.
It has been over a week since my last entry.
I just placed my lunch order in. Tuna salad sandwich with lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, onions and provolone on wheat. Port of Subs sucks, but there's no changing Port of Subs Tuesdays.
Louis was here this past weekend. It was good to see him.
Last night at Albertson's was a mess. It was the busiest I had ever seen it. I couldn't believe how busy it was(Fucking Thanksgiving.) And on top of being busy, I had to close. And on top of that, the management decided to give me the two laziest, stupidest baggers that work there. And another guy that was supposed to be there until 10:30 decided he'd had enough and left at 9:30. Stupid new guy. So I was left there to do everything on my own: fill up the bags, wash the checkstands, and put back a whole cart of go-backs. My shift was officially supposed to be over at 11:30. I was there until 12:30, and I still didn't finish the go-backs. I was also supposed to fill all of the spray bottles with cleaner and put paper towels at each checkstand but I couldn't get to that either.
I will probably get a talking to today when I go in(we aren't supposed to work overtime), but I cleared the extra hour with the manager. Besides, it would have been a fiasco if all those go-backs were left for todays baggers there really would have been hell to pay. If they do talk to me, by God, I'll give them an earful.
On the other hand, if they fire me that would be one less thing I would have to deal with. Less money, but more sleep. Initially the money was a big plus, but now I'm beginning to think that it's more of a wash.
The one cool thing about last night: I got to be a checker! It was fun and I was really running through the items fast. The checker that was training me was playing bagger and she had to tell me to slow down because she hadn't bagged in years. I can't remember anything I learned, but it was still fun.
Two more days and it's all over. Fucking Thanksgiving.
Bless me, for I have sinned.
It has been over a week since my last entry.
I just placed my lunch order in. Tuna salad sandwich with lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, onions and provolone on wheat. Port of Subs sucks, but there's no changing Port of Subs Tuesdays.
Louis was here this past weekend. It was good to see him.
Last night at Albertson's was a mess. It was the busiest I had ever seen it. I couldn't believe how busy it was(Fucking Thanksgiving.) And on top of being busy, I had to close. And on top of that, the management decided to give me the two laziest, stupidest baggers that work there. And another guy that was supposed to be there until 10:30 decided he'd had enough and left at 9:30. Stupid new guy. So I was left there to do everything on my own: fill up the bags, wash the checkstands, and put back a whole cart of go-backs. My shift was officially supposed to be over at 11:30. I was there until 12:30, and I still didn't finish the go-backs. I was also supposed to fill all of the spray bottles with cleaner and put paper towels at each checkstand but I couldn't get to that either.
I will probably get a talking to today when I go in(we aren't supposed to work overtime), but I cleared the extra hour with the manager. Besides, it would have been a fiasco if all those go-backs were left for todays baggers there really would have been hell to pay. If they do talk to me, by God, I'll give them an earful.
On the other hand, if they fire me that would be one less thing I would have to deal with. Less money, but more sleep. Initially the money was a big plus, but now I'm beginning to think that it's more of a wash.
The one cool thing about last night: I got to be a checker! It was fun and I was really running through the items fast. The checker that was training me was playing bagger and she had to tell me to slow down because she hadn't bagged in years. I can't remember anything I learned, but it was still fun.
Two more days and it's all over. Fucking Thanksgiving.
11.11.2004
Two Hundred Sixty-Second Entry
I got an email from friendster today and it was Lynnett Santos saying hi. I haven't talked to her in over 8 years. "Friendster, bringing old friends together."
I then went through and added a little something special to my three friends' friendster pages. Awww. I was a little jealous of my three friendster friends' dozens of friendster friends, but then I remembered that if I had put a little more effort into my own friendster-ing, then I would be where they are. I have only myself to blame..."Friendster, keeping the friendless, friendless." God, I should be an ad-exec!
Today I had a meeting with Caltrans in Fresno. It went overwhelmingly well, much to our surprise. We left the meeting feeling confident that we had addressed all of Caltrans' concerns sufficiently. We were on a high out of that meeting. Then I fell asleep in the car, and missed all the office gossip. Hey!...I was tired!!
Good/bad news...starting next week, Albertsons will be closing at 11pm instead of midnight. That's good because when I close, I can have an extra hour of sleep for my other job the following day. That's bad because it will probably cut my weekly hours by about four or five. It's OK. I will sacrifice twenty bucks for an extra hour of sleep.
I did my budget today and assuming everything stays the same for me, financially, I can have all of my credit cards paid off in less than a year. Totally excellent. Then I can pay off my truck, and then my student loans. Hopefully after another year, I will be debt free.
I have totally decided that this weekend will be the official start date for my studying. It needs to start now if I am to have a chance in hell of passing the test next Spring.
Other good news. I have secured a tentative schedule for Thanksgiving which gives me Thanksgiving night, the next day and Saturday morning off. Guess who's comin' home? Me!
I got an email from friendster today and it was Lynnett Santos saying hi. I haven't talked to her in over 8 years. "Friendster, bringing old friends together."
I then went through and added a little something special to my three friends' friendster pages. Awww. I was a little jealous of my three friendster friends' dozens of friendster friends, but then I remembered that if I had put a little more effort into my own friendster-ing, then I would be where they are. I have only myself to blame..."Friendster, keeping the friendless, friendless." God, I should be an ad-exec!
Today I had a meeting with Caltrans in Fresno. It went overwhelmingly well, much to our surprise. We left the meeting feeling confident that we had addressed all of Caltrans' concerns sufficiently. We were on a high out of that meeting. Then I fell asleep in the car, and missed all the office gossip. Hey!...I was tired!!
Good/bad news...starting next week, Albertsons will be closing at 11pm instead of midnight. That's good because when I close, I can have an extra hour of sleep for my other job the following day. That's bad because it will probably cut my weekly hours by about four or five. It's OK. I will sacrifice twenty bucks for an extra hour of sleep.
I did my budget today and assuming everything stays the same for me, financially, I can have all of my credit cards paid off in less than a year. Totally excellent. Then I can pay off my truck, and then my student loans. Hopefully after another year, I will be debt free.
I have totally decided that this weekend will be the official start date for my studying. It needs to start now if I am to have a chance in hell of passing the test next Spring.
Other good news. I have secured a tentative schedule for Thanksgiving which gives me Thanksgiving night, the next day and Saturday morning off. Guess who's comin' home? Me!
11.03.2004
Two Hundred Sixty-First Entry
Took a few political quizzes today...
The Few The Proud The COMMUNIST! You belive in
equality above all things. "I wish
everyone could live in a palace".
Want to know what political party you really are?
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Took a few political quizzes today...
The Few The Proud The COMMUNIST! You belive in
equality above all things. "I wish
everyone could live in a palace".
Want to know what political party you really are?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Communist What: Communism Where: At the distant top-left of the politcal spectrum How: Developed by German politicians Marx and Engels in the book The Communist Manifesto, communists believe that society should be run by the workers. It has been attempted and failed in countries including Russia, China, and North Korea.
Who'd of thought.
I'm a Liberal-leaning Libertarian in this one....
a Green Party member in this one....
a Liberal Libertarian in this one....
and a Civil Libertarian in this one.
Wow. I guess in the next election I get to vote three times.
10.25.2004
Two Hundred Sixtieth Entry
I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick.
Disease is never fun. Except for when you get to stay home and watch TV all day:
6:40:00am - Awoke to the TV and clock radio going off.
6:40:15am - Hit the snooze on the clock radio, watched a story on the news about some plane crash.
6:45:00am - Awoke to the clock radio going off, with the TV still on.
6:45:10am - Hit the snooze on the clock radio, watched a clip of some Oktoberfest festival in Fresno.
6:50:00am - Awoke to the clock radio going off, with the TV still on.
6:50:07am - Hit the snooze on the clock radio, watched the lamest traffic report in history. "There's a cow wandering around on Caruthers Ave. near Midvalley, so you better watch out for that."
6:55:00am - Awoke to the clock radio going off, with the TV still on. Decide not to hit the snooze. A decision that would alter the course of my day...OK, not really.
7:20:13am - After watching some more news, and wondering why I didn't feel as sick as I did yesterday, I called the office and left a message with my supervisor saying that I was not going in to work today. Better safe than sorry, I always say.
7:22am - Went to the bathroom for my first bowel movement of the day. It is somewhat of a morning ritual. If I don't have time, I hold it until I get to work. The flush power of the toilets at work is amazing. Nothing will clog those things.
7:26am - Hatched plan to go on a no carb, all protein and fat binge in an effort to clog the toilet at work.
7:35am - Went downstairs and immediately started on my Vitamin C loading for the day. I started out the day with about 1.5 gallons of OJ. I also ate two frozen burritos(I nuked them first).
7:40am through 12:30pm - Watched news, napped, Watched Good Day Live(they have new hosts...not so good)(We love you Jillian!), napped, Watched BBC America, napped.
12:30pm - Got hungry and went to McDonalds for food.
12:40pm - Ate McDonalds at home while watching TV, napping and drinking orange juice.
1:15pm - Picked up some trash in my living room in a half-hearted attempt to tidy up.
2:00pm - Exhausted from "tidying up" I took a nap.
2:30pm through 9:00pm - I re-watched most of the Arrested Development episodes(still hilariously funny!), "tidied up" some more(mainly so I wouldn't have to step on the same National Geographic mag each time I got up from the sofa...it was time for the Maxim to enjoy my feet), drank tons of OJ, had two mini-bowls of cereal and a roll of Ritz crackers for dinner, and washed all the dishes I could find.
9:00pm - Put on CBS and watched Everybody Loves Raymond. Still funny after 10 years...
9:30pm - Watched Two and a Half Men...not so funny. Clipped my finger and toe nails. They were gettin' claw-ey.
10:00pm - Watched the news...definitely not funny, but informative and educational, and drank a Theraflu thing.
11:00pm - Retired to the second floor and checked email and blogged.
I ended the day with about half a quart of orange juice. It's probably just enough for tomorrow morning before work.
I can't sign out for the night without saying that Arrested Development is one of the best TV shows I've ever seen. The DVD special features really help explain a lot of what goes on on and off the set to make the show as great as it is. As far as favorite characters go, there are no favorites, they are all favorites. Each one does their part to make the show hilarious.
There is heavy rain in the forecast for tomorrow evening. I'm excited! It's just what I need to get over this disease.
I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick.
Disease is never fun. Except for when you get to stay home and watch TV all day:
6:40:00am - Awoke to the TV and clock radio going off.
6:40:15am - Hit the snooze on the clock radio, watched a story on the news about some plane crash.
6:45:00am - Awoke to the clock radio going off, with the TV still on.
6:45:10am - Hit the snooze on the clock radio, watched a clip of some Oktoberfest festival in Fresno.
6:50:00am - Awoke to the clock radio going off, with the TV still on.
6:50:07am - Hit the snooze on the clock radio, watched the lamest traffic report in history. "There's a cow wandering around on Caruthers Ave. near Midvalley, so you better watch out for that."
6:55:00am - Awoke to the clock radio going off, with the TV still on. Decide not to hit the snooze. A decision that would alter the course of my day...OK, not really.
7:20:13am - After watching some more news, and wondering why I didn't feel as sick as I did yesterday, I called the office and left a message with my supervisor saying that I was not going in to work today. Better safe than sorry, I always say.
7:22am - Went to the bathroom for my first bowel movement of the day. It is somewhat of a morning ritual. If I don't have time, I hold it until I get to work. The flush power of the toilets at work is amazing. Nothing will clog those things.
7:26am - Hatched plan to go on a no carb, all protein and fat binge in an effort to clog the toilet at work.
7:35am - Went downstairs and immediately started on my Vitamin C loading for the day. I started out the day with about 1.5 gallons of OJ. I also ate two frozen burritos(I nuked them first).
7:40am through 12:30pm - Watched news, napped, Watched Good Day Live(they have new hosts...not so good)(We love you Jillian!), napped, Watched BBC America, napped.
12:30pm - Got hungry and went to McDonalds for food.
12:40pm - Ate McDonalds at home while watching TV, napping and drinking orange juice.
1:15pm - Picked up some trash in my living room in a half-hearted attempt to tidy up.
2:00pm - Exhausted from "tidying up" I took a nap.
2:30pm through 9:00pm - I re-watched most of the Arrested Development episodes(still hilariously funny!), "tidied up" some more(mainly so I wouldn't have to step on the same National Geographic mag each time I got up from the sofa...it was time for the Maxim to enjoy my feet), drank tons of OJ, had two mini-bowls of cereal and a roll of Ritz crackers for dinner, and washed all the dishes I could find.
9:00pm - Put on CBS and watched Everybody Loves Raymond. Still funny after 10 years...
9:30pm - Watched Two and a Half Men...not so funny. Clipped my finger and toe nails. They were gettin' claw-ey.
10:00pm - Watched the news...definitely not funny, but informative and educational, and drank a Theraflu thing.
11:00pm - Retired to the second floor and checked email and blogged.
I ended the day with about half a quart of orange juice. It's probably just enough for tomorrow morning before work.
I can't sign out for the night without saying that Arrested Development is one of the best TV shows I've ever seen. The DVD special features really help explain a lot of what goes on on and off the set to make the show as great as it is. As far as favorite characters go, there are no favorites, they are all favorites. Each one does their part to make the show hilarious.
There is heavy rain in the forecast for tomorrow evening. I'm excited! It's just what I need to get over this disease.
10.21.2004
Two Hundred Fifty-Ninth Entry
Red Sox win the pennant! Red Sox win the pennant!
I wouldn't be happier if I won the lottery. That's a lie.
Last night I closed at Albertson's. I am very tired today.
Amy was here this weekend and I had a lot of fun. Thanks Amy for visiting.
I would also like to thank Carolyn for the First Season Arrested Development DVD. Yes, I finally used the Target Gift Card she gave me for my birthday. I really like that show. I had seen a few episodes during the regular season, and on Saturday, Amy and I watched the marathon on FX. I had no idea that GOB were his initials. I am on episode five.
We had the first fog today. It wasn't too dense, about a quarter mile visibility, but enough to make it fun.
Red Sox win the pennant! Red Sox win the pennant!
I wouldn't be happier if I won the lottery. That's a lie.
Last night I closed at Albertson's. I am very tired today.
Amy was here this weekend and I had a lot of fun. Thanks Amy for visiting.
I would also like to thank Carolyn for the First Season Arrested Development DVD. Yes, I finally used the Target Gift Card she gave me for my birthday. I really like that show. I had seen a few episodes during the regular season, and on Saturday, Amy and I watched the marathon on FX. I had no idea that GOB were his initials. I am on episode five.
We had the first fog today. It wasn't too dense, about a quarter mile visibility, but enough to make it fun.
10.18.2004
Two Hundred Fifty-Seventh Entry
Tomorrow, I am stepping outside the safe and sheltered confines of my office and am going to give a 20 minute presentation to the Tulare County Board of Supervisors. I guess, not so much give the presentation, as be the technician for the presentation. Well, not so much be the technician, as the button pusher for the Power Point portion of the presentation. For which I have to wear a tie. I'll be the best goddamned dressed button pusher ever seen. I gotta find all my bling....
I saw the new Eminem video and nearly snotted all over myself it was so funny. Hahahaha. Noone in Hollywood is safe.
I was very sad to read Britney's "I'm taking a break" letter to her fans. Thank you Jen for sharing that beautifully penned homage to Britney's crappy life by Britney. I hope to God she doesn't reproduce. I can see her having just enough kids to start a tween band. Actually, that probably wouldn't be a bad idea for her. She must realize that she can't be this successful forever. She needs a healthy and "talented" set of dependants to support her as she ages. God knows deadbeat Kevin won't do that for her. (Hmmm...it may sound like I care, but I don't.)
Thank you Lisa for filling my answering machine with three messages containing Michael Gates belting Freeway of Love. It truly made my eyes water. It made me miss Karaoke...for about two seconds.
I didn't work tonight. I don't work tomorrow night. I close on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I'm working 3-9 on Saturday. Working at Albertson's is fun, until your feet and back start reminding you you've been standing and walking for two hours straight.
On a related topic, do me a favor and do not ask for paper bags at the Supermarket. Reasons why:
a) It takes the courtesy clerk longer to bag your groceries. By the time I actually get one open, I could have had 2 plastic bags filled up.
b) They are not stronger than plastic. That is an urban legend(Fred). If you are still concerned, ask your courtesy clerk to double bag something for you. It is a helluva lot easier than fussing with the goddamn paper bags.
c) Contrary to popular belief, it does not save the environment. Although paper bags are recyclable, most of the paper bags from grocery stores end up in the trash, either from people who forget to recycle them, or from people who use them as trash bags. If anything, you are contributing to the overflowing landfill problem. Just do this quick exercise, take a paper grocery bag and a plastic one. Crumple up the paper bag as small as you can. Now, take a plastic bag and tear a bunch of holes in it (to simulate it's interaction with other objects at a landfill or in the home) and scrunch it down as small as you can. Which one is smaller? Plastic. And don't give me any of that biodegradable bullshit. A lesson on how landfills work: California law states that after a day of trash at a landfill, the days trash must (MUST!) be covered by dirt. I kid you not. Now imagine weeks and weeks of trash building up, layer upon layer. Now, the landfill will settle some, there is no denying that, but what do you think happens to the trash in all these layers in the absence of water? It doesn't decompose. Sure there is some water that goes with the trash, in the form of banana peels and the like, but it ain't enough to decompose all that trash. Why do you think people can go diggin' around a landfill and find a legible copy of the New York Times announcing Kennedy as the President? If you really want to help the environment, create a compost pile in your backyard.
d) This reason is the grossest one. I didn't know about this until Jane told me about it at work a couple of weeks ago. The glue that holds the paper together in the shape of a bag is a delicasee for...COCKROACHES!! Yes! It's true!!! I couldn't believe it myself. All I kept thinking about was how many cockroaches there must have been in my childhood kitchen between the counter and the fridge. So disgusting. They climb on into the bags, feast on the glue and lay eggs all over the place. Gross, gross, gross!!!
e) The final reason. It really pisses us off. It does. We are supposed to be happy and smiling, but I've never done more number fours than when bagging with paper bags. JEEE--SUSSS!!
If you still want paper bags when shopping, but don't care if your groceries are in them or not, just ask for them. Any courtesy clerk would be more than happy to give you a few paper bags.
The new store director started today. His name is Kenny. Hahahahaha. Many South Park jokes in the future. I don't think I've ever known anyone named Kenny. Oh wait, Kenny something-or-other in Elementary School. What a jerk.
It's gonna rain pretty heavy tomorrow according to the forecast earlier this afternoon. 100% chance of heavy rain for us here in Tulare. Fun! You know what that means?! Snow in the mountains!!!!!!
I can't think of anything else to write.
Tomorrow, I am stepping outside the safe and sheltered confines of my office and am going to give a 20 minute presentation to the Tulare County Board of Supervisors. I guess, not so much give the presentation, as be the technician for the presentation. Well, not so much be the technician, as the button pusher for the Power Point portion of the presentation. For which I have to wear a tie. I'll be the best goddamned dressed button pusher ever seen. I gotta find all my bling....
I saw the new Eminem video and nearly snotted all over myself it was so funny. Hahahaha. Noone in Hollywood is safe.
I was very sad to read Britney's "I'm taking a break" letter to her fans. Thank you Jen for sharing that beautifully penned homage to Britney's crappy life by Britney. I hope to God she doesn't reproduce. I can see her having just enough kids to start a tween band. Actually, that probably wouldn't be a bad idea for her. She must realize that she can't be this successful forever. She needs a healthy and "talented" set of dependants to support her as she ages. God knows deadbeat Kevin won't do that for her. (Hmmm...it may sound like I care, but I don't.)
Thank you Lisa for filling my answering machine with three messages containing Michael Gates belting Freeway of Love. It truly made my eyes water. It made me miss Karaoke...for about two seconds.
I didn't work tonight. I don't work tomorrow night. I close on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I'm working 3-9 on Saturday. Working at Albertson's is fun, until your feet and back start reminding you you've been standing and walking for two hours straight.
On a related topic, do me a favor and do not ask for paper bags at the Supermarket. Reasons why:
a) It takes the courtesy clerk longer to bag your groceries. By the time I actually get one open, I could have had 2 plastic bags filled up.
b) They are not stronger than plastic. That is an urban legend(Fred). If you are still concerned, ask your courtesy clerk to double bag something for you. It is a helluva lot easier than fussing with the goddamn paper bags.
c) Contrary to popular belief, it does not save the environment. Although paper bags are recyclable, most of the paper bags from grocery stores end up in the trash, either from people who forget to recycle them, or from people who use them as trash bags. If anything, you are contributing to the overflowing landfill problem. Just do this quick exercise, take a paper grocery bag and a plastic one. Crumple up the paper bag as small as you can. Now, take a plastic bag and tear a bunch of holes in it (to simulate it's interaction with other objects at a landfill or in the home) and scrunch it down as small as you can. Which one is smaller? Plastic. And don't give me any of that biodegradable bullshit. A lesson on how landfills work: California law states that after a day of trash at a landfill, the days trash must (MUST!) be covered by dirt. I kid you not. Now imagine weeks and weeks of trash building up, layer upon layer. Now, the landfill will settle some, there is no denying that, but what do you think happens to the trash in all these layers in the absence of water? It doesn't decompose. Sure there is some water that goes with the trash, in the form of banana peels and the like, but it ain't enough to decompose all that trash. Why do you think people can go diggin' around a landfill and find a legible copy of the New York Times announcing Kennedy as the President? If you really want to help the environment, create a compost pile in your backyard.
d) This reason is the grossest one. I didn't know about this until Jane told me about it at work a couple of weeks ago. The glue that holds the paper together in the shape of a bag is a delicasee for...COCKROACHES!! Yes! It's true!!! I couldn't believe it myself. All I kept thinking about was how many cockroaches there must have been in my childhood kitchen between the counter and the fridge. So disgusting. They climb on into the bags, feast on the glue and lay eggs all over the place. Gross, gross, gross!!!
e) The final reason. It really pisses us off. It does. We are supposed to be happy and smiling, but I've never done more number fours than when bagging with paper bags. JEEE--SUSSS!!
If you still want paper bags when shopping, but don't care if your groceries are in them or not, just ask for them. Any courtesy clerk would be more than happy to give you a few paper bags.
The new store director started today. His name is Kenny. Hahahahaha. Many South Park jokes in the future. I don't think I've ever known anyone named Kenny. Oh wait, Kenny something-or-other in Elementary School. What a jerk.
It's gonna rain pretty heavy tomorrow according to the forecast earlier this afternoon. 100% chance of heavy rain for us here in Tulare. Fun! You know what that means?! Snow in the mountains!!!!!!
I can't think of anything else to write.
10.17.2004
Two Hundred Fifty-Sixth Entry
It's raining. I stood in the dark in my backyard for 10 minutes just feeling the rain. Letting it soak me. I opened the window in my bedroom so I can fall asleep to the sound of the rain. I love the rain.
There is just something relaxing and almost cathartic about the rain. "It's raining. I'm standing in the rain. I'm getting wet." I forgot about work tomorrow, work on Monday, my laundry, my bills. I forgot about everything and thought only of the rain. "How long does it take a drop to reach me from it's place of formation? It must be only a matter of minutes. Is it raining in San Leandro? I sure hope so. How big is the storm that is producing this rain? Does it reach all the way up to the Bay Area? or down to LA? The water feels good hitting me." It's been a long time since I felt rain.
The last time was probably in San Luis Obispo, my Senior year. It was raining the hardest I've ever seen in my life. I couldn't believe it. It must've been about two in the morning and I was doing takeoffs for my estimation class. I heard the heavy downpour and ran to the door to see it. It rained so hard I couldn't see the building not 200 feet in front of me. Beautiful. I went out onto the sidewalk and got completely soaked. I just stood there. Thinking. Waiting. Wondering about the rain....much of the same things I wondered tonight. It lasted 5-10 minutes. I was completely drenched. It felt good.
It's the first rain of the year. It isn't much, just enough to make the roads slick. But it's promising. While I can never expect a torrential storm like the one in SLO, I can look forward to several more of these.
I love the rain.
It's raining. I stood in the dark in my backyard for 10 minutes just feeling the rain. Letting it soak me. I opened the window in my bedroom so I can fall asleep to the sound of the rain. I love the rain.
There is just something relaxing and almost cathartic about the rain. "It's raining. I'm standing in the rain. I'm getting wet." I forgot about work tomorrow, work on Monday, my laundry, my bills. I forgot about everything and thought only of the rain. "How long does it take a drop to reach me from it's place of formation? It must be only a matter of minutes. Is it raining in San Leandro? I sure hope so. How big is the storm that is producing this rain? Does it reach all the way up to the Bay Area? or down to LA? The water feels good hitting me." It's been a long time since I felt rain.
The last time was probably in San Luis Obispo, my Senior year. It was raining the hardest I've ever seen in my life. I couldn't believe it. It must've been about two in the morning and I was doing takeoffs for my estimation class. I heard the heavy downpour and ran to the door to see it. It rained so hard I couldn't see the building not 200 feet in front of me. Beautiful. I went out onto the sidewalk and got completely soaked. I just stood there. Thinking. Waiting. Wondering about the rain....much of the same things I wondered tonight. It lasted 5-10 minutes. I was completely drenched. It felt good.
It's the first rain of the year. It isn't much, just enough to make the roads slick. But it's promising. While I can never expect a torrential storm like the one in SLO, I can look forward to several more of these.
I love the rain.
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